That awkward yet hilarious... Yet very uncomfortable space of time where you're stuck behind a raised bridge with a bunch of other people and you're all thinking two things.... Why me? And," let's kill the bridge guy!!!" the mutual feeling of hate for the bridge guy and for the yacht which is going under the bridge is so great that you can actually taste it. Yeahhhhhh.
Can also be applicable to the stares given and received while waiting.

Dude! I was waiting for the stupid bridge to go back down, and 10 minutes after the bridge was raised, I started to feel the bridge stare growing.... Hundreds of eyes focused on the guy in that little office control panel thinggy. I am scarred for life.